Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 884 - 882: The Old Huaxia Monster!

Chapter 884: Chapter 882: The Old Huaxia Monster!

Ren Feifan felt the terror of this force, his eyes narrowed, and the powerful recoil made his arms aching fiercely.

His arm was almost shattered by the vibration.

Ren Feifan raised his head and saw that there was no one around, but the barrier around the arena had already completely shattered.

A pressure engulfed the entire arena, so terrifying.

"Are you going to intervene to save him?"

Ren Feifan’s icy voice rose, without a trace of fear.

The world fell silent for several seconds before an aged voice responded, "Indeed, I intend to save him. As long as I am here, you cannot kill him."

"What if I insist on killing him?"

Ren Feifan clenched his palm, and the Holy Abyss Sword flew back into his hand.

He had already guessed who had intervened—it must be those old monsters from Huaxia.

That person had also saved him once, after all, Zhou Chenglong’s true body once appeared at Crouching Dragon Villa, and if it weren’t for the old monsters’ threat, Zhou Chenglong would have struck at him without a doubt.

As for the cultivation level of the old monsters, it must be several realms above the Innate.

He, Ren Feifan, could not possibly make an enemy of them.

But could he really let this youngster go?

He was not content!

The youth’s murderous intent towards him was too strong; failing to kill him could have unimaginable consequences.

Ren Feifan would not allow such a threat to exist by his side. Even if someone obstructed him, he must kill.

As for this person being the grandson of the old leader, having that identity, what of it?

"Ren Feifan, your cultivation is not bad; you can be considered a master in the secular world of Huaxia. I hope you cherish your talent, and it would be best to take some advice to heart. Otherwise, some prices are beyond your power to withstand."

The aged voice came again, and Ren Feifan could not locate the other party simply by the sound of his voice.

His eyes narrowed and he scanned his surroundings, feeling the fluctuations around him.

He knew very well that if he made a move, a terrifying pressure and attack would come at him, and he would be unable to escape.

Right then, Mr. Feng, who had been in a sorry state, stood up, and even burst into loud laughter, "Grandpa Qin, I knew you wouldn’t sit back and ignore this, Feng here thanks Grandpa Qin for saving my life!"

Afterward, Mr. Feng approached Ren Feifan, and when he was just a few steps away, he said coldly, "Ren Feifan, you cannot kill me; instead, you will only make me stronger. From today on, the path I cultivate is the path of killing you. I will personally strip everything from you!"

"Are you really that confident?" Ren Feifan, disregarding the Guardian, his eyes flashed a trace of coldness, and his pupils turned completely blood red.

The scarlet moon appeared exceptionally dazzling.

Mr. Feng had suffered a loss from this scarlet moon before and instinctively stepped back several paces, pleading, "Grandpa Qin, I suspect this kid is from the Demon Path, you should kill him quickly, else it’ll lead to endless trouble!"

A fluctuation passed through the air, but the Guardian made no move to act.

Ren Feifan’s eyes held an unprecedented gloom, and he thrust the Holy Abyss Sword in his hand towards his opponent’s chest. However, before the sword could strike, a stream of True Qi shot down from above, hitting the blade of the Holy Abyss Sword and instantly flinging it away!

Then appeared on the arena an immortal-looking old man with small eyes, but extremely expressive. At the moment, he seemed somewhat angry, staring at Ren Feifan and said, "Did you take my words as nothing but wind, or are they simply not weighty enough for you?"

The moment the old man appeared, the blood-red moon in Ren Feifan’s eyes disappeared completely, as if deliberately concealed.

Seeing the elderly figure beside him, Mr. Feng bowed with respect, quite politely, "Grandpa Qin, it has been several years since we last met, I was very young back then, but I have always remembered it was Grandpa Qin who led me into the world of cultivation. With a grateful heart, Grandpa Qin, I have a gift for you here."

The immortal-looking old man gave Mr. Feng a kindly smile; he had indeed been fond of the lad in the past, and now seeing him stepping into the Innate realm was reassuring that he had not been led astray.

This gave him a sense of pride.

He swung his arm, and a ray of light shot into Mr. Feng’s body, followed by the miraculous recovery of his previously crippled arm!

He stretched out his hand in astonishment, clenched it, and discovered that his strength was still there. He was ecstatic.

"Thank you, Grandpa Qin! Thank you, Grandpa Qin!"

"We were destined to meet, no need for thanks,"

the elder waved his hand grandly.

Mr. Feng quickly took a Golden Core from his waist and offered it with trembling hands, "Grandpa Qin, this is the gift I mentioned. Although it’s not valuable, I think Grandpa Qin definitely needs it."

The elder had no intention of accepting it, as he did not believe the other party could offer anything of value, so he waved his hand, "There’s no need for that. I was only..."

Suddenly, his voice cut off.

His eyes locked onto the Elixir!

Almost fervently!

From his expression, one could tell he desperately wanted to snatch the Elixir away!

"Is this..."

He opened his mouth wide, his complexion changing subtly because this was the very Golden Core he needed!

And it was invaluable!

You may have money and Spirit Stones but still not be able to purchase one!

Moreover, it was unheard of in the secular world of Huaxia; it was said to exist only within the Inner Hidden Gate, incomparably precious.

Despite his desire for such a generous gift, he could not possibly accept it and said, with a pain in his heart, "You’d better take it back. I don’t need it."

Mr. Feng, noticing the excitement on Grandpa Qin’s face, didn’t say much and simply forced it into Grandpa Qin’s pocket.

"Grandpa Qin, as you know, a Golden Core is practically useless to someone of my realm. If you don’t want it, I might as well throw it away. Besides, you have done me a great favor, and I have no way to repay you. Surely Grandpa Qin won’t find this gift too insignificant?"

The elder, without any pretense, secured the Golden Core and expressed his gratitude, "Since Feng insists, I, Grandpa Qin, won’t be coy. This Golden Core is indeed very important to me, but I can’t accept it for nothing. In the future, feel free to make any request. If anyone in Huaxia dares to harm you, I, Grandpa Qin, will be the first to oppose them!"

Mr. Feng’s eyes twinkled with joy. Although it pained him to part with the Golden Core—he had intended to present it to one of his mentors—the thought of having such a powerful backer put his mind at ease.

Grandpa Qin’s last words were clearly meant for Ren Feifan, so at this moment, he looked at Ren Feifan with an expression of utmost smugness!

"Ren Feifan, you wanted to kill me so badly. Now try to touch me, and if you can pluck a single hair from my head today, I’ll consider it my loss!"

"Oh, those are your words,"

Ren Feifan’s eyes turned cold. After all, he was a vigorous young man, and from the beginning, he never intended to spare this youth.

So be it, then!

What of an old Huaxia monster!

Golden Needle of Soul Devouring! Release!

At that moment, the prohibitions within the Golden Needle of Soul Devouring in Ren Feifan’s hand were unlocked by the Nine Yang True Qi, unleashing a terrifying aura of death!

Powerful True Qi surged and churned around the Golden Needle of Soul Devouring!

Ren Feifan shot it out fiercely!

The Golden Needle seemed to break through the void itself, instilling fear in all who saw it.

Mr. Feng, who was still feeling supremely smug just moments ago, had his face turn pale at the sight of the glinting needle!

This needle! There was something sinister about it!